Private Moments: #85 “Horrors of Waiting”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #85
“Horrors of Waiting”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley

Post 27th October 2014
Poem for Private Writings
Chapter #85 “they hear nothing”
“Backing Off from Death
Painting by jkm

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

coming back to life by jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

Backing Off from Death (c) jkm

hands reaching out into rain

“Horrors of Waiting”
By Madison Taylor
22nd April 2009

The horrors of waiting for death
It claims us in its own time
In the time between time
Torture wracks the body with tension
Shatters the nerves
Until all rattles apart.

soothing starts when letting go
Dying
Leaving the body behind
Setting the mind free
The soul will sail out
on wings like a bird of love
Finding peace after waiting
when time disappears
Release is found.

© jkm

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Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim

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“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

black_shamrock_ribbon green reverse

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(c) jennifer kiley 2014

“A Thousand Kisses Deep” [the ponies run]

creative musings [dragon]
“A Thousand Kisses Deep”

Composed & Sung by Leonard Cohen

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 4th October 2014    

“A Thousand Kisses Deep” - Composed & Sung by Leonard Cohen

“A Thousand Kisses Deep”

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . .

last-kiss-by-adam-martinakis

Last Kiss by Adam Martinkis

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Private Moments #80 “Depression [passing the open windows]”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #80 “Depression
[Passing the Open Windows]”

Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley

Post 22nd September 2014
Poem for Chapter #80 
“Lost In Time”
Painting “Out Of Order” by jkm

 

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

out of order by jkmccormack (c) jkm 2014

hands reaching out into rain

“Depression passing [the open windows] ”
By Madison Taylor
17th March 2009

Depression

I have forgotten the feeling
It has been silent so long
For me time’s length
Is unmeasurable
It could be a moment
One hour
One minute
A second later
I just have not been feeling it

Sadness
And
Grief
Have passed my doorway
And returned

Too many times
Depression
Sticks around
Waiting

A slip will come
Darkness will fall
Demons
Real and false
images
Presenting
The worse
Routing
Through the mind

Favorite is to add confusion
Blocking out the heart
The emotions of the blind
The senses of the mind
They leave you to debate

Is it now?
Do I do it now?

(c) tsk/jkm – two zero one four

© jkm

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Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

black_shamrock_ribbon green reverse

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(c) jennifer kiley 2014

Posted on Expats Post 18th August 2014

“Diamonds and Rust”

creative musings [dragon]
“Diamonds and Rust”

Sung by Joan Baez

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 21st June 2014

 

When I was a kid I had such a crush on Joan Baez.

A few days before Woodstock, I was able to see her in a LIVE CONCERT at Madison Square Garden in NYC. I stood so close to her while taking her photograph I could almost reach out and touch her. It was a very intimate setting. My seats were fourth row folding chairs right up to the Circle in the Round type stage.

I was planning on seeing her in Woodstock a few days later.

The experience of driving to the Woodstock Rock Festival in the rain and running into a four lane parking lot on a two way road about a 1/2 mile from the field sinking into mud was insane and mystical.

As we walked to Yasgur’s Farm, the air was filled with the deliciously sweet smell of marijuana. Water cost a $ dollar a glass. It was an experience to remember. No one knew Woodstock would be so creatively insane.

Never did get to see Joan Baez perform there.

I was with my younger brother who began flipping out. In order to take care of him I needed to leave.

I was touched by Woodstock and never went back to who I was before that moment. It was the beginning of my transformation. A new life started that wonderfully crazy and bizarre weekend. It was the beginning of the total downfall of authority inside my head.

A Great Start and I also had the influences of Joan Baez to guide me.  ♥  Jennifer Kiley

Joan Baez - Diamonds and Rust – LIVE 1975

DIAMONDS AND RUST
Words and Music by Joan Baez

Well I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me
You’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

© 1975 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

moonlight and sleleton trees (alter)

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Private Moments #66 – “Too Often It’s Goodbye”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #66
Poem “Too Often It’s Goodbye”

by Jennifer Kiley
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #66
“Hello Goodbye”
Painting “What Can One Do?”

by Jk McCormack
Post Monday 16th June 2014
 

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

what can you do - jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

“What Can One Do?” - jk mccormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“Too Often It’s Goodbye”
By Madison Taylor
9th December 2008

Too often it’s goodbye
No real explanation
Contemplation of excuses
Absence without relief
Alone again
No solace will be given

Choosing uncertainty
Over familiarity
Exciting as a prospect
But when it ends
Empty promises fill
The wandering thoughts

Smashed glasses
Thrown against
A cupboard door
When answers come
In violent retribution
Never a reason

Freeing one’s conscience
From responsibility
Unwarranted actions
Acted out through the shame
It stabs unjustly
Exacting the most pain

© madison taylor 2008

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“Every Rose Has Its Thorn” - Rock of Ages

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“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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Private Moments #64 – “Get Out of My Head”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #64: “Get Out of My Head
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
For Private Writings: Chapter #64 - “Get It Out of My Head”

PaintingHeart Spirals” by Jk McCormack
Post Monday 2nd June 2014

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

heart spirals - jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

Heart Spirals - Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“Get Out of My Head”
By Madison Taylor
25th November 2008

Get out of my head
You’re invading my space
Don’t like people
Getting up in my face
It’s a disgrace
To be so blown away
While life treats the delicate
Like they’re a disease
No sympathy please

People starving
Some living in peace
Excess food remaining
Governments complaining
Where’s the human generosity
When all could partake
In the grandest feast
If the world learned sharing
Hope ain’t filled with caring
We’re keenly in need of serenity
So Peace will abound

I feel the pressure’s back inside my head
Seeing how futility feeds the rage
Depending on “them”
The strangers of kindness”
Not knowing who’s giving
Wanting to believe in Hope
Where there is none
Smile when all I see is sadness

Death waits patiently
So we need overwhelmingly
To believe the darkness will fade
And the light will find its way

© madison taylor 2008

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Until - by James Conlee

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“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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Private Moments #59: “Don’t Lose It Now”

private moments in paintings & poetry
Private Moments #59: “Don’t Lose It  Now”
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Posted On Monday 28th April 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS INSIDE PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #59 — It’s the Only Picture I Have

forest green shadows (c) Jkm 2014

“Primordial Beginnings of IT ‘Good Vs Evil’ Against Life After Death” (c) jkm 2008

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~
(1563-1631)

hands reaching out into rain

“don’t lose IT now”
poem by madison taylor
21st october 2008

seeing all
in a moment
IT now disappears

never again
no repairs
IT effects what remains

into the whole
IT assimilates
one entity
aware of infinity

IT remembers
IT is
the only one

of the multiplicity
IT is
in one whole

controlling
every action
and reaction

in the infinite
space beyond time
as universes expand

IT is Alive
IT is an Anomaly
IT has a Propensity for Quirkiness
a singularity for peculiar Uniqueness

IT has transcended
no return requested

© Madison Taylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

“Love Takes Over” – Kelly Rowland – Created by David Guetta

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p “Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”
— JkM the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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